Mommy Artiste

So, I have started a 30 day drawing challenge. I am going out of my comfort zone and stretching my horizons; becoming better at drawing what I am told, instead of just what I want, to help me get better at receiving instructions, for when I start school. Also, I have decided that another part of the challenge for me, will be that every drawing will be done on my drawing tablet, to help me hone my line work . Having just started this challenge, these aren't my best drawings, but not having a lot of time, between working and taking care of my son, I am making the best of it, and I CAN say that they look at least somewhat decent, and my drawings are somewhat outside of the box. I still drew what was told, but created my own look/ take on it. :-) I hope you all enjoy my recent work, and maybe some of you will look forward to more of my artwork in a couple days. Further in the challenge, I will start coloring/ painting them in, to help me with my shading/ coloring on my tablet. Ma...

For the first 21 years of my life, I guess you could say that I was one of those that never truly knew what she wanted to do in life. Sure, I had ideas of stuff that I was somewhat good at, and/ or stuff I thought would be cool to do, but every time someone would ask me what I wanted to do with my life? I froze. Instantly. Or, I just told them " I don't know yet." When I got to be a senior in high school, and graduating, and people asked, I started to realize that " I don't know yet" isn't an acceptable answer to most people anymore. Everyone thinks you should have your life mapped out by the time you graduate, and 4 years later, graduated from college. They never take into consideration that most people who think they have it all figured out, get into college, and change their degree once or twice or more. Not just that, but wasting money along the way. It may have taken me 4/5 years after high school to finally figure out what I am meant for, but it wa...

                You are growing up so fast. It's hard to believe that in less than 4-5 months, you will be 2 years old. I remember the day you were born, clear as day. I know, I know, that sounds so cliché, but it's true. The days that led up to your birth were some of the hardest and scariest, but the moment I heard your first cries, they all became irrelevant. The first thing I remember saying, was how beautiful you were, and I couldn't stop crying, because you were finally here. The nights after that were long and dark and full of struggles, but I wouldn't trade them for the world, because they are what has shaped you into who you are today. I used to think that you would never stop crying, that you would never want to be put down, that I would never sleep again, that things would never stop being difficult. Partially, I was right. Things never stop becoming difficult, but I have traded in your screaming ...

If you would have told me a year ago that I would be doing yoga for exercise, I would literally laugh in your face. I was always the type that always thought that yoga was useless and would never "make me sweat," and DEFINITELY would never help me lose weight/ be used as a form of practical exercise. Why am I telling you this? Well, because I am THAT person now. I am the person that sips her "healthy tea" and does Yoga for literally everything. Anxiety? Yoga. Digestive Issues? Oh, you better believe yoga will help for that. Depressed? Yoga. Stressed? Yoga. I never would have thought in a million years that yoga would be the answer for me, but I have been wrong before. It seems so weird that yoga has done so much for me, but I guess you can call me that weird person. I am sure you are skeptical as I was, but my mama always told me not to knock it until you try it. Before you begin, though, I will tell you it WILL make you sweat, even in a short 10 minute session...

 So, today being St. Patrick's Day, I wanted to do something a little fun. Every year, on this day, people get slobbering drunk and make you wear green or you get pinched, but the reality is, do many people even know what St. Patrick's Day is truly about? I know most people I know, don't.  Saint Patrick's Day, is a cultural and religious celebration held on  March 17th , the traditional death   date of Saint Patrick.Saint Patrick's Day was made an official Christian day of feast in the early 17th century. The day commemorates Saint Patrick and the arrival of Christianity in Ireland and celebrates the culture and heritage of the Irish. Celebrations involve parades, festivals, and the wearing of green clothes or shamrocks, and the Lent restrictions on eating and consuming alcohol are waived for the day, which has encouraged  holiday's tradition of alcohol consumption.The St Patrick's Day custom of "drowning the shamrock" was historically p...

My son's birthday isn't for 5 or so more months, but this year, I am doing it right!!! Last year, I was rushing around at the last month or so, and ended up spending WAY too much. Granted, it was his BIG 1st birthday party, but this year, I will be doing things a little differently. My creativity and artistic abilities will be put to the test as I "craft 'til I drop." Pinterest has become a staple of mine lately, and no little scrap of left- behind paper from previous crafts/ pieces of art will go un- turned. To be honest, I love parties. I love the planning, the excitement, the laughter, and just the all- around JOY that comes with birthday parties, wedding parties, ANY party!!! Even though it is quite a bit away still, I have already started pinning ideas, and shopping for stuff . This year's theme? LEGOS!!!!!! Now, you are probably thinking, HOW can you do a lego- themed party for a two- year old? Well, you would be surprised. Being that he is a summer baby...

I remember the day that my son was born almost 2 years ago. I had been in labor for well over 24 hours at home, and the contractions were getting worse and worse, but not progressing like they should have. At one point, as I was watching The Voice, and my husband was trying to force me to eat an orange Popsicle, because I hadn't eaten all day, my whole body shook uncontrollably for hours, as contraction after contraction was about 5ish minutes apart, but lasted 5 minutes each. Contractions were so unbearable, that my un- eaten Popsicle just melted down my hand, as my in- laws' chihuahua licked it up and the occasional bit of juices landed on her head. Before too long, we were heading to the hospital. The nurse bringing me in told me I was probably just dehydrated, because 5 minute long contractions weren't normal. "Well no duh," I told myself. When the doctor came in to check me, I was  6 centimeters dilated; we were ready to rock and roll. From there, things pro...